Boys -- Juvenile fiction; School children -- Juvenile fiction
Holt had nothing with him either. Lamb asked the woman what there was
to pay. She seemed to count and consider; and Holt told Hugh afterwards
that he saw Lamb wink at her. She then said that the younger gentlemen
had had the most plums and cakes. The charge was a shilling a piece for
them, and sixpence for Master Lamb:--half-a-crown exactly. Hugh
protested he never meant anything like this, and that he wanted part of
his half-crown to buy a comb with; and he would have emptied out the
cakes and fruit he had left; but the woman stopped him, saying that she
never took back what she had sold. Lamb hurried him, too, declaring
that their time was up; and he even thrust his finger and thumb into
Hugh's inner pocket, and took out the half-crown, which he gave to the
woman. He was sure that Hugh could wait for his comb till Holt paid
him, and the woman said she did not see that any more combing was
wanted: the young gentleman's hair looked so pretty as it was. She then
showed them through the garden, and gave them each a marigold
full-blown. She unlocked her gate, pushed them through, locked it
behind them, and left them to hide their purchases as well as they
could. Though the little boys stuffed their pockets till the ripest
plums burst, and wetted the linings, they could not dispose of them all;
and they were obliged to give away a good many.
Hugh went in search of his new friend, and drew him aside from the rest
to relate his trouble. Dale wondered he had not found out Lamb before
this, enough to refuse to follow his lead. Lamb would never pay a
penny. He always spent the little money he had upon good things, the
first day or two; and then he got what he could out of any one who was
silly enough to trust him.
"But," said Hugh, "the only thing we had to do with each other before
was by my being kind to him."
"That makes no difference," said Dale.
"But what a bad boy he must be! To be sure, he will pay me, when he
knows how much I want a comb."
"He will tell you to buy it out of your five shillings. You let him
know you had five shillings in Mrs Watson's hands."
"Yes; but he knows how I mean to spend that,--for presents to carry home
at Christmas. But I'll never tell him anything again. Oh! Dale! Do
you really think he will never pay me?"
"He never pays anybody; that is all I know. Come,--forget it all, as
fast as you can. Let us go and see if we can get any nuts."
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